Time can never turn back.
- The river does not flow back to the source. -
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One of the many immortals who are destined to decay between the changes of the mortal realm and receive an everlasting, lonely, and loathsome life until death do them part with the living──Crowley──an entitiy which is generally filled with trustworthiness and integrity, albeit it was merely a façade.
Lovingly, one's lips may utter lies. Suavely, one's lips will lay out compliments. A refined manner come into light as one drags you into an empty place. Charmingly, one may sway you into agreeing to a deal. In which, you must not agree. Lest you'd end up as a headline of the news.
BASICS
legal NAME: Cecil. Macleod.
KNOWN AS: crowley. darling.
GENDER: this doesn't matter.
BIRTHDATE: 12/04.
mental
ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral.
POSITIVE: thoughtful. optimistic.
NEGATIVE: impulsive.
physical
HEIGHT: 171.
HAIR: platinum blonde.
EYES: lime.
BUILD: tall. lean.
A smile as bright as the sunshine, touch as gentle as cotton, and eyes as empty as the void, albeit masked by one's eyelid as one performs a perfect smile, voice as smooth as silk, and words as sweet as honey, albeit the poisonous fangs hiding beneath it, Crowley is generally perceived as a friend to all living being, albeit one doesn't shame away from acting like madman, as both a friend to all and a foe to all.. Friendly, playful, eccentric, with a cocky personality and a tendency to ignore authority, often using unorthodox methods which are met with disapproval and a particularly unique foot palate. A my-paced person, most times doing incoherent things for own's satisfaction.
One ㅤ— The character is skilled at wielding a sword, commonly uses a sword in the form of a longsword. Albeit, preferring to use their own claw on most cases.Two ㅤ— This character can rapidly regenerate and ressurect. In other words, they recreate lost or damaged tissues, organs and limbs, they also stopped aging (in which, in this case, never ages). This ability only affect herself. May lose senses, memories, or other powers. Loss may be permanent. Power replaced the immune system, stopped developing natural immunity, and is vulnerable if de-powered. Albeit such, the character stills act sleepy out of their own accordances. This trait does not erase the possibility of death due to a few specific reason, though. There is a few accordance of possible death, but it's rather rare to see anyone capable of killing them.Three ㅤ— This character can create, bend, control, and manipulate air, to the point of creating something out of thin air (technically, not create, more like teleporting). To create something out of thin air, they needs to make sure that they had a vivid imagination of it, had come into contact with it, and had know where's its currently located (rather than creating, it's more similar to teleporting, by rearangging the molecules and transporting it through air). Ineffective in a vacuum: atmosphere must be present. Weak against fire manipulation.
—— Each usage of this power comes with the price of own's blood, to be extracted by hand, counted by mililitre according to the duration. (1ml/sec)
CHAR-1314520. CLEM-ENT. 医生.to be reffered to as yisheng, doctor, or Clementine. This A.i. is received as a gift from an old acquintance of Crowley's, made with the subconscious mission to preserve and assist crowley in their missions. Though it was not actually received, but found alongside the remnant of a former laboratorium, crowley won the custody over this a.i. due to the note in the codes and due to the registry of crowley's name in the ownership official signed document of it's original creator. It mostly act as a 'secretary' and a 'moral collar' of the sort, often nagging crowley when the a.i. frowns upon a choice that crowley had made. This a.i. created with a familliar template of appearance and voice as it's interface in order to push the efficiency of it's most prioritized task of reminding crowley to rest, eat, and drink. Though the resemblance of the A.i.'s appearance and overall exterior to crowley is uncanny, the personality ingrained inside of it differs by a whole lot. it's physical body is not yet to be found at the moment, and the a.i. can only appear with the help of electronic devices; either on the screen, or through a holographic projector. crowley's house and office are mainly designed with technology that may assist the A.i. in doing tasks that it normally can not do, like playing with a cat or cooking.
Beneath it all, the person who they WAS
I will always have nightmares of that day. No matter how much time has passed, I will always remember. The nightmares will never allow me to forget. I will never allow myself to forget. It feel like a poison that both slowly and instantly filling my veins — all of my particle becoming slowly tainted with dread. Due to that, I am never, never calm, never for an instant. I will never be calm until I had their blood glistening on your teeth; until my suffering paled in comparison to their own; until it was their throats pinned under my boot; until i learned to enjoy the sounds of their screams.
Cecillia Beatrix Minerva MacLeod, known to people as Crowley, or cecil, last of the MacLeod. Sole remaining kin of the MacLeod family who was still living. A former elder sibling to who may be reffered to as Kanaria Blair Elysium, of MacLeod and Lizetia Madeline Harper, of MacLeod. A former lover of the humankind, until the human that she loved the most went MIA. She used to be an owner of a hospital, and she used to fund a few technology-driven laboratorium across the world.
Even if I search within these solemn days
Even if I curse the unchanging present
